Maaneet Scene-Wishful Thinking & Mo Upd 9/09 p147 - Page 29

i wanted to read more!! 😭

ok i am over it sort of....kind of 😆

I finally got the time to read both of the scenes u have written today!! I wanted to come straight home because i wanted to spend my whole day today on i-f with all of u....but the day always doesn't go according to one's plan....like today for me 😕

I woke up today in the morning at 4:30 a.m....."Yey i can quickly go to work...and then come home and read Vrush Di's scene...." this thought popped up first thing when i woke up 😉.....that was because it was indeed the last thing i was thinkin of before i had gone to bed 😆

I was soooooooooooooo excited!! Even though i got to read really late.....but i was still able to read and comment.....so now i am happy 😛

I have only 1 hour to spare today since work it extra early tomorrow.....

Well i loved the first scene......when i read it i felt Geet's pain.....it felt as though i lost someone!! 😭
Even though i don't have that anyone to lose 😆......i always try to stay positive......and ur scenes always make me feel 😍
Whenever i read ur scenes........sigh......i can picture everything! It is like i am watching the show....except i am shooting it.....and the actors are doing their parts......😆

Everything just feels soooooooo real and looks clear 😳 right in front of me......it feels like i can touch Geet and maan!!! 😆


IF ONLY!! 😃

I loved loved loved how u described Maan's expressions towards geet......how he looked at her with an angry face.....how Geet felt it 😉
Vrush di.....u r TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD!!! u understand both of the characters sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo wellll....it is like u have written their character sketch!! 😆
Man if only u worked with the PH.....i would be like a little girl "hey hey i know who that is....i know her.i talked with her....and I call her di..." 😆



and then people would look at me like i am 🤪 (silly) going crazy.....⭐️

Now to the second scene ahhhhhh (only 25 mins left to reply not fair.....😆)

woah......if only Geet had said that tooo Maan!!! No no, not to dadi right now....😲 poor lady's condition would get worse!!

Like i have said u have showed maan and geet's character sooooo real.....they both would sooooooo react like that towards each other cold.....and yet they feel something else....but can't express or show it!!😕

👏 amazing.......love it love it!! ⭐️ U have made these characters live like a real life character in front of me.....i see maan and geet every day on tv......but when reading ur scenes i see them live instead....ur scenes give life to these characters....just like how Gurmeet and Drashti give life to their characters....

I bow to u....the queenbee of writing 😆😉


👏i am serious Vrush di.....i love ur writing....it is beautiful!! And of course like i have mentioned many times in my chappar chappar.....MAGICAL!! ⭐️

It is awesome how u can just get these scenes in ur mind....out of no where......and are able to express those feeling and thoughts running in ur mind and heart by puttin them in such beautiful words.....and the vocab usage is awesome!!
👏

Now di, i must finish off by saying AWESOME, BEAUTIFUL, AND BRILLIANT!! I can't go on more since i am running out of time 😆...if time was not holding me....i can write day and night complimenting u !! I am just happy to see such brilliant writers on this part of the forums....i feel cool knowing u and some of the others 😳😳😳 15 mins....😆
i gotta wake up at 3:30 a.m. tomorrow.....
wish i can stay and hang out more.....😡
but i have off on Friday 👍🏼 so will not move away from the computer at all tomorrow and friday 😆
hope to see more scenes from u!! Can't wait to read more....for now gn!!!

-Shivani😳

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woah bohot hi zyada chappar chapper ho gaye aaj......i just saw how much i wrote...well it makes sense because i had to reply to both scenes u wrote today 😉
k gn for real now 😆

Power of love

Random scene…on request by vandana... V this is for you...i know..it is not the song you asked for, this song tho i feel this is more apt for Maan and Geet...

Geet had been reminiscing ever since she had left Daadi's side and started for home. She had been given a jolt. Deny as she did about her burgeoning feelings for Maan, hearing Daadi wanting to get Maan married had rankled. Oh it had pierced through her. She want to tear something up, throw something but she had sat there outwardly calm, the only give away was the shimmering eyes. She had cooked up an excuse and moved away.

She knew she had made all the right responses to Daadi, of how good it would be to see Maan married when the only response she wanted to give was, NO. NO, Maan cannot marry someone else; she thought and immediately clamped her thought. She did not want to explore that train of thought, it led to dead end where the only thing that would plague her is remorse.

She loved him; oh that much was clear to her. He had made a home in her heart that had permanency written on it. She knew it was different from what she had felt earlier. This was like Niagara Falls compared to what she had felt earlier. The sheer magnitude, depth and yearning she felt surpassed anything she had thought she had started to feel for Dev. She had been a child who had been shown a door to heaven that seemed big and awe inspiring at the time but they had broken down before she had even knocked on them. This was a woman who knew what she wanted, alas she could not even reach out to knock on the door. She knew she must go away, well she will, she promised herself. She won't be able to see him marry someone. But the least she could do was repaying in small way for all that she had received from him. She will help Daadi find a bride for him. Someone who can give him happiness.

But as her logical practical mind mulled over the thoughts of doing something good for him, her heart only indulged in the things that happened between them. It chose only to remember the feelings he evoked in her. She remembered him holding her in his arms as he had fallen in his office, of him removing the dupatta from the plant, the way he had moved her wet locks of hair one morning, the way she wanted him to kiss her senseless.

Her mind shuddered at the feelings her heart reminded her of. Her eyes telling their own story by pouring out of their boundaries, her fingers trembling at the remembered touch, her breath sallow at his nearness. Her ear tingled at way he had caressed it, her lips parted wanting his in return. Her feet buckled under her to melt in a puddle for having been lifted off this earth and in his arms.

She sat on the stairs holding the rose he wanted to give her, having rescued it from the dustbin knowing that Maan, who hated flowers had got one for her. That should mean something right. Oh, the if only was what she was left with for the rest of her life. But Maan need not take the burden of being saddled with her baggage. He deserved more. Much more. Loving him meant she had to leave him for that would be the best gift she could give him. For it was the best thing she could do for him. For it was her love that helped her take the decision, of moving away from her. She gave herself this one last luxury of reveling in her memories of Maan that would cherish and take with her for the rest her life. These memories is what will keep her warm in cold winter nights, give her much comfort on hot balmy summer days that somewhere, he was well and happy leading a life he deserved. Without her.

That is power of love….set if free, if it comes back to you, cherish it for life, if it doesn't it was never yours.

Power of Love – huey lewis

The power of love is a curious thing
make a one man weep, make another man sing
Change a hawk to a little white dove
more than a feeling that's the power of love

Tougher than diamonds, rich like cream
Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream
make a bad one good make a wrong one right
power of love that keeps you home at night

Chorus 1 :
You don't need money, don't take fame
Don't need no credit card to ride this train
It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes
but it might just save your life
That's the power of love
That's the power of love

First time you feel it, it might make you sad
Next time you feel it it might make you mad
But you'll be glad baby when you've found
that's the power makes the world go'round


And it don't take money, don't take fame
don't need no credit card to ride this train
It's strong and it's sudden it can be cruel sometimes
but it might just save your life

They say that all in love is fair
yeah, but you don't care
But you know what to do
when it gets hold of you
and with a little help from above
you feel the power of love
you feel the power of love
Can you feel it ?
Hmmm


It don't take money and it don't take fame
don't need no credit card to ride this train
Tougher than diamonds and stronger than steel
you won't feel nothin' till you feel
you feel the power, just the power of love
That's the power, that's the power of love
You feel the power of love
you feel the power of love
feel the power of love

thank you so much Shivani...

mean a lot that you take time to write such a long reply...please do continue and dont forget to grace my post my lucky mascot..

i seem to have writing even more and more now..i think people start sending me pm requests or even just say it here to not send them pm...i send one too many.....i am sure..is the complain i am going to get..very very soon..

so whoever feels it.....cos i do some eyebrows raised...feel free to let me know..and i shall stop bothering you all...

Very beautifully written. You captured Geet's emotions so well. Love it!!!👏

Vrush..if u hav a PM list wen u updte with scenes plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz inc me.

i dont strictly have a pm list but have a buddy list to whom i send all my work and that is the reason i have mentioned earlier that if anyone feels they are bothered by my pm do let me know and i shall endeavor to not bother them...

sofna i have added you as my buddy pls to return favor..

Loved the way you wrote this scene .. you captured Geet's emotions well.

thanks Mahi..as a matter of fact..i needed to touch base with my xratedness and am doing just that...

kaafi time ho gaya..kuch hot likhe hooe....

after Faz stopped her bumping sessions...i really need to do something about my daily dose..may be bribe her to write again..

Another random Scene...OMG...i am going crazy..no let me amend..i am crazy...

Hungry Eyes

That's what I have got thought Maan lazily, eyes that search for Geet hungrily. Eyes that wanted to consume her from head to toe. When had this happened? When had wanting to take her in his arms become a need. When had lusting after her become his favourite pass time?

He was sure his heart was on his sleeve, the way he kept on chanting Geet for everything. The way he wanted her to get a particular file, the way he wanted her to get him a cup of coffee, the way he wanted to be close to her so that he could stare into her eyes and let her know in no uncertain terms that he wanted her.

Oh! He did not know a girl could affect him like this. Just the thought of her tightened his muscles at places that were difficult to hide. He felt ready to burst, with pent up emotion that cried release. Even cold showers had ceased to dampen his libido. In fact, it was probably the worst there, he remembered her in shower, asking for her clothes, her wet hair, asking to be caressed.

He knew his hungry eyes devoured her like she was his favourite ice cream, lapping her up lick by sensual lick. Those kissable lips were where his eyes stayed the most, watching as they moved, pouting, widening with darting tongue wetting them. Oh dear God! Why was she so'innocently captivating.

He waited for her appearance in his dreams so that he could watch her at leisure without blinking, read every expression that graced her face, see her eyes widen in wonderment, her nose twitch in distaste, her cheek redden in embarrassment and her brows furrow puzzled. He thought he knew all of them and then she would close her eyes, part her lips and move forward, mere millimeters from his lips in a kiss that he wanted to taste, needed to take, crushing their sweetness in his haste.

He knew he was taut even when his eyes did not see, because beyond his hungry eyes..he could hear her and feel. He remembered that late evening, when she had come to him, to supposedly thank him but it was he who should have done. For his eyes had seen the spectacle that was beyond his dreams, as he had put the earring back in the ear, he could see her torn at seams. He had seen and felt her tremble as he had touched her hair, seen her eyes close and her nostrils flair. A desire etched so deep, he had wanted her more, it had taken an inhuman effort to leave her ashore. For the tide has surely swept him higher than before to a place where the world faded and leaving only her, his hungry eyes and more'

Hungry Eyes ' Eric Carmen - had written Patrick Swayze by mistake...

I've been meaning to tell you
I've got this feelin that won't subside
I look at you and I fantasize
You're mine tonight
Now I've got you in my sights

With these hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise
I've got hungry eyes
I feel the magic between you and I

I want to hold you so hear me out
I want to show you what love's all about
Darlin tonight
Now I've got you in my sights


Now I've got you in my sights
With these hungry eyes
Now did I take you by surprise
I need you to see
That you were meant for me

It was sad .. . Poor Geet. It was very deep.